My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.

Flicker Me

My candle flickers with the strength of my faith. My faith in myself, what I write, the words I send into the night. To ears that are opened or closed, it matters not as long as a release is found through moving fingers. Fingers that match the steady beat of my need, a need to write my moments for myself. Would I care if I offended the world when the world has already offended me. Offends me daily. Fuck that. Instead I will rest easy upon the cane of my own convictions. The strength to say what I wish no matter the consequences.

They blow upon your light and cause your candle to flicker. It flickers with a will to matter, not to die under the scrutiny of others. Would I ask permission for the right to breathe from another? Begging to borrow a little light to live? I would rather die a thousand lives in the shadows than to owe my existence to another. Flicker me to death if you must, but I will always be here.

LoL, did I ever tell you about the time a “mother” emailed me taking me to task on my language and how it showed an immature mind. She said it also hurt my writing. I let her know that most of my posts aren’t “writing” they are free thought and thus are actively written and rarely edited. That is why my curse words sound so harsh and out of place. My mind is that abrupt.

I understand the free thought. I’m looking at it as a creative piece by a writer to share with others and not lose its power. I guess the “teach” and editor parts of me dash forth to shape the form.It goes with my territory, God help us.

Some writers have a special gift to share.
A piece of advice : The “”F’ word is used here and since it is not a word I would post, I just wanted to warn you. I am not saying I don’t use it. I have. At home . By myself. I am human afterall.